I mentioned in an older catch-up post that I recently had some artwork displayed. The theme for this exhibit was ‘pockets’. This held a special meaning to me because I interpreted the topic as memories and skills that we carry with us and eventually pass on.
When I was eleven years old, my grandfather passed away and I hated the idea of my grandma being alone in her house. So for a while I would ride my back to her home and she would patiently teach my stubborn fingers how to crochet. I know that everything about who I am has been inspired by some act of kindness from a mentor in my life. My mother taught me to love art museums and my father taught me to work hard. In an attempt to convey this idea, I turned my favorite poem into a piece of work that showcases a few skills I have been given from someone in my life.
The scene is from e. E. Cummings famous poem; I carry your heart.
"Here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
And the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
Higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
And this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart:
I carry your heart
(I carry it in my heart)"
Please read this timeless sonnet - I promise it will provide some inspiration for whatever you need!